hi again! i’m here to post something literally nobody on here asked for that started as a joke on twitter and turned into a very quick drabble that i wrote in the post-concert haze this morning. so. enjoy that
or rather an untitled 3mix piss kink drabble… lmfao
tags/warnings: piss, omorashi, kinda rough sex, verbal humiliation/degradation, edging. nayeon bullying tf out of jihyo in the backseat while jeongyeon drives them home, some soft aftercare. also it’s written in lapslock and i didn’t really edit it too much so 😭 there’s that, too
this kink isn’t for everyone so srsly read at your own risk!! if you stay, i hope you enjoy! tysm for all the support as always :3c
minors and cishet men dni.
jihyo actually thought she was somehow going to die from embarrassment. and pain, too- but mostly the pure and utter embarrassment from that entire situation. her whole body felt like it was on fire; both from the fact that she just ran around on stage for a solid three hours, and now from the way nayeon’s hand had slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants, resting right on top of the place she needed it the most.
… and, well, from the fact that her bladder fully felt like it was about to explode right there in the backseat of jeongyeon’s car.
“you really wore a thong that entire time?” nayeon’s voice was dreadfully chirpy right next to jihyo’s ear, condescending in the way she absolutely loathed. “no wonder you’re all worked up. were you expecting something when we got home?”
“unnie.” jihyo’s tone was flat- a warning more than a challenge. not that it mattered, really; it wasn’t like it was capable of stopping nayeon from teasing her. “i’m serious, i can’t- you’ve gotta stop.”
but nayeon didn’t budge. instead, she just scoffed. “what?” she asked, leaning in and taking she shell of jihyo’s ear between her teeth, biting down just briefly before running her tongue against it to soothe the ache. “something wrong, baby?”
jihyo could only let out the most pathetic whimper in response, twitching as nayeon’s fingers pressed into her even harder. jihyo could feel how swollen her clit was just based on how nayeon was practically pinching it between her index and middle fingers through that incredibly thin, stupid piece of fabric she called underwear. so much for giving the two of them a treat when they got to their apartment. it was soaked already- and if nayeon kept was she was doing up, it wouldn’t just be by jihyo’s wetness.
the whole situation was beyond fucking stupid. jihyo was going to spend the night with her two closest friends in their dumb apartment, and, like, sure- she absolutely wanted to get railed, that was the point of her asking. that, and the fact that jihyo always got clingy after they finished concerts, always needed to blow off that extra steam… sex just happened to be her favorite method, and they were both well aware that, were more than happy to have her over. there was always a spot for jihyo in nayeon and jeongyeon’s home.
but then nayeon got in a mood. and then she kept making jihyo chug water on stage. and then jeongyeon insisted on trying to beat the traffic out of the arena by leaving as soon as humanly possible, which meant jihyo barely had any time to change out of her outfit before she was being tugged off to the car, let alone get a chance to stop for a bathroom break. jeongyeon would never admit that she was just as much a part of the problem as nayeon was, but, she didn’t have to. right then, jihyo was wishing she’d asked to stay with sana, instead. but it was too late. they were stuck in the bumper to bumper traffic right after their own fucking concert.
“j-jeongyeon-ah.” jihyo gasped out, trying to get the older woman’s attention as nayeon started to rub tight circles into her cunt, slow and methodical. she could already feel the ache in her abdomen, the threat of a release inching closer with each movement. “you’ve- tell her to stop. please, jagi.”
jeongyeon only glanced up, locking eyes with jihyo in the rearview mirror. she looked tired, like she always did after a concert, even more so right then since she got hurt. there wasn’t an ounce of care left, it seemed. she only cut jihyo a look.
“not my place.” she grumbled, focusing back on the road, her hand tightening on the steering wheel. jihyo couldn’t see the smirk on her lips, but it was as clear as day when she spoke, though. “you’re the one who got in the backseat with her.”
god, of course, it was useless. she didn’t know what she expected. it wasn’t like either of them would ever pass up an opportunity like this.
“she’s right, jihyo-ssi.” nayeon cooed, pressing a kiss against the heated skin of jihyo’s cheek. her whole body felt like a fucking radiator, right then, warmness blooming all the way down to her bones. nayeon was loving every second of it. “you wanted this, after all. tell me you did.”
but there was just no fight left in jihyo, either.
“i did, unnie.” where she would’ve normally made some biting remark to try and put nayeon in her place, like a little lion cub trying and failing to scare off another predator, she couldn’t. each passing second in that position only made her mind feel like it was wondering further and further away. “i wanted this so fucking bad- but- ah, i can’t hold-”
“you can.” nayeon cut her off, firmly. “you can and you will hold it. or else you can sit in it the whole way home.”
the sound that escaped jihyo then was something between a moan and a cry, a metaphorical knife being pressed into her gut the moment nayeon decided to- finally- pull her thong aside, easily sinking two fingers down into jihyo’s soaked entrance. it felt as good as it did awful, pain and pleasure smacking into jihyo like a fucking brick as nayeon scissored her fingers a few times, a burning stretch opening her up before she started to thrust them, giving jihyo no time to actually adjust.
“unnie- nayeonie- please.” jihyo’s head fell back against the seat, one of her hands practically clawing at her seatbelt for leverage, the other one tight around nayeon’s knee. “please- i can’t- i can’t even think-” a harsh thrust cut her off, timed perfectly with a bump in the road, making the tightness in jihyo’s stomach all the more worse. “fuck, you’re so mean!”
“you poor thing.” nayeon whispered, pressing another kiss to jihyo’s cheek. it felt as gentle as it did destructive. “yah, jeongyeonie,” she looked up, then, not even giving jihyo the time of day as she bullied her fingers into her over and over again, the wetness making the most disgusting sound echo out in the backseat of the car. “our dumb little baby’s a wreck.”
jihyo felt like her head was spinning, like all the air had been sucked right out of her lungs and replaced by lead- solid and stinging. she took in a harsh breath, doing whatever she could to just ground herself, to focus on not letting go before nayeon told her to, on not ruining jeongyeon’s nice leather car seats. it wouldn’t be the first time, but, still. this whole thing was just beyond humiliating.
“i bet she is.” jeongyeon mumbled, too busy trying to make sure they didn’t get in an accident. she’d always been too damn good at focusing on literally anything else while jihyo got ruined. “damn shame i can’t see it myself.”
“oh, maybe we should make her keep her pants on while she cleans up her mess later? that way we both get a nice view.” nayeon said with a wild cackle, grinning ear to ear as she sped her thrusts up. “wouldn’t you like that, jihyo-yah?”
“yes-” jihyo didn’t even try to hide it anymore. it wasn’t like she really could, anyways. “yes, please, unnie.” there were tears in her eyes, a few steadily streaming down her cheeks, by then. the pressure was too much for her body to bear, and she was practically jumping each time nayeon fucked those long, bony fingers back into her, pressing right up against that one spot that made her see pure white each time it was touched. “ruin me- need you to tell me how- fuck, how gross i am- both of you- please.”
“such a good girl. so fucking nasty.” nayeon’s mouth was suddenly on her own, her tongue swiping across her lips before it forced its way between her teeth, claiming her with a rough kiss. “our good little girl.”
jihyo let out another cry the moment nayeon’s teeth dragged across her tongue, the sharpness of one of her nails pressing into what she could only assume was her cervix. of pain, of pleasure- she didn’t know. there wasn’t a difference anymore. and there wasn’t a shred of shame left in her brain, either. there wasn’t really much of anything in her head, other than how desperate she was for her release.
thankfully, though, somebody was going to give her some grace.
“i think she’s close, nayeon unnie.” jeongyeon said from the front seat. her voice was deep, somewhat soothing amongst the chaos of everything else. “i can tell she won’t last. ease her into it.”
nayeon pulled away, then. “already? how boring.” she used her free hand to wrap around the back of jihyo’s shoulders so she could grab her chin, pinning it between her fingers and forcing her head up so they could lock eyes. “she looks so stupid right now. you think she deserves it?”
silence followed the question, seconds dragging out so slowly that it felt like minutes, then hours. nayeon had removed her fingers from her cunt, then, choosing to focus on jihyo’s throbbing clit instead. they practically danced against the sensitive bundle of nerves, tracing featherlight shapes into the swollen flesh- just enough for jihyo to let out an unfiltered, downright pathetic whine, but not enough for it to actually do anything for her.
there was another bump in the road- jihyo could tell they were finally out of traffic, could register that the car had sped up because they’d made it onto the freeway. nayeon and jeongyeon’s apartment really wasn’t that far away, thankfully; a good excuse to give the managers when questioned about why they were so dead set on driving themselves home after the show ended. at least it was just them- jihyo felt somewhat better knowing nobody else would ever knew what they got up to.
but by then, she knew she couldn’t hold it anymore. there was no fucking way.
jihyo closed her eyes. the tears were pouring, then. her whole body was wound so tightly that it was already threatening to slip out of her- and it fucking did, without her control. she could feel the tiniest leak; a small, panicked sob escaping her lips at the sensation of it soaking her underwear, wetting nayeon’s hand. nayeon’s breath was hot against her cheek, against her lips- her own absolutely curled into a devilish smile as she sped her movements up, using her spill as lube to make them all the more threatening, encouraging jihyo to just break, to deal with all the repercussions that followed.
in the blankness of her mind, she did her best to remind herself that she was a good girl- she had to be. a mantra of “just hold on, just a few more minutes, keep it together” repeating over and over again like a prayer sent out to any god that would listen. she couldn’t go yet. it hurt so fucking bad, but she couldn’t-
“i do.” jeongyeon suddenly said. “let her go, unnie.”
there was an evil giggle. nayeon pressed her fingers down as hard as she could’ve, quickened her pace in just the way she knew would destroy jihyo. and then, “you heard her, jihyo. go on. make a mess for us.”
and that she fucking did.
a broken cry ripped itself out of her chest as the coil in her stomach finally fucking snapped, her orgasm causing her whole body to tremble through its release. her face burned with pure shame as she felt it soak through her thong, down through her pants and onto the seat below, surely soaking nayeon’s hand as she just continued to rub her clit, guiding her all the way through like she always did.
the moment jihyo begged her to stop, she pulled her hand away before she immediately went searching for a towel with her free one. thankfully, jeongyeon was prepared for literally any incident, and she kept one tucked away in the holder in one of the doors. jihyo had half a mind to ask nayeon if she wanted her to clean it off with her mouth instead, but she held the question in. by then, she was spent- no more freaky shit.
as soon as nayeon got herself clean, she was back on jihyo, arms tightly wrapped around her chest, soft kisses and pecks being pressed against her cheek. “so good.” she whispered, over and over. “you did so good, jihyo. i’m proud of you.”
by then, jihyo was speechless; dazed, out of words and breath. she just nodded a little dumbly, her head falling against nayeon’s shoulder, her seatbelt the only thing keeping her body upright. she was still very much sitting in her own mess, uncomfortable from how her pants were now sticking to her thighs, her arms shaking from the humiliation of what was even causing it, drifting off into that usual state of panic that tried to follow a scene like that. she wanted to cry even more, to break down and sob from just how awful that heavy feeling in her chest had suddenly gotten. but nayeon wouldn’t let her go.
“don’t be upset, baby. you’re perfect.” she said softly, wiping at jihyo’s tears with her thumb, cradling her cheek to soothe her. “we wanted this, we don’t think any less of you. it’s okay. you’re safe with us, i promise.”
jihyo looked up, then. her vision was blurry, but she could still easily make out nayeon’s smile. as nice as it was, there was still some lingering anxiety left. “d-do i really have to clean it up?” she asked, breathless and broken, her face surely twisted up in pain. “i don’t- i’m done. i want out of these clothes, please.”
“i’ll handle it, jagiyah.” jeongyeon said, loud enough for the two of them to hear. her voice was calm and steady, and it helped significantly. “you’re all good. don’t worry about it.”
“i’ll get you changed as soon as we’re home.” nayeon whispered as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “you up for a bath? we both probably need to soak for a bit in some epsom salt.” she looked up for a moment, eyeing her girlfriend. “jeongyeon, too. are you feeling okay?”
“sounds great to me.” jeongyeon said. “i’m all good now, my hand’s not hurting as much as it did earlier. i’ll catch up after i get everything cleaned.”
jihyo sighed out with relief, nodding. she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer; all of that lingering energy had pretty much evaporated right out of her with her release. by then, there wasn’t anymore shame, either. there just couldn’t be when she had the both of them to help her through it.
nayeon just held her the entire way back. and as soon as they were home, safe and tucked away from the prying eyes of the public in their nice private parking deck, jeongyeon helped her out of the car, making sure to wipe her off as much as she could, to keep that weird, overstimulating feeling from taking back over when the chill from her accident hit her skin. she just kept pressing little kisses to her cheek and whispering sweet nothings, a steady arm wrapped around jihyo’s shoulders, nayeon’s hold on her hand tight and warm all the way up to their apartment.
and, really, jihyo had never felt so loved in her entire life than she did, right then. they were always pretty damn good at making her feel that way, even more so when they spent the rest of the night pampering her before they all fell asleep, cuddled as close as they possibly could’ve been, jihyo happily squished in the middle of them.
it definitely was worth it, after all. so, so worth it.
Summary: For a decade, they've been 3mix: the pillars of TWICE. But when a joke hits too close to home, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo are forced to confront the truth—their bond is more than just friendship.
Now, Jeongyeon is grappling with a "staring problem" and a sexuality she's always tried to deny, Nayeon is hiding a deep, possessive affection behind a mask of teasing and stolen hoodies, and Jihyo, the ever-impartial leader, must finally acknowledge the special place in her heart reserved only for her two oldest friends.
As they watch Momo, Sana, and Dahyun navigate their own love story, the 3mix trio must navigate their own beautiful, tangled mess of hyper-awareness, flustered chaos, and thrilling possibility. It’s a story about what happens when the core geometry of a friendship is revealed to be the blueprint for a love you never saw coming.
(A sequel to "Tangled Heart.")
Category: Friends to lovers, fluff, angst with a happy ending, humor, idiots in love.
3mix as professors who their students argue every year about if they are dating and if they are, which two would be dating, but in reality they are a throuple. It’s entertaining for them to watch their students fight about them though, but sometimes one of them may get insecure when the students clearly favour the other two as an otp. That leads to a pampering session where they are reminded the other two still love them just as much.
as much as they tried to hide their relationship, from time to time they’d give their students a few clues that could enhance their imagination.
they’ve been together for longer than any of their students could imagine, and with that, they have created habits that served as proof that they were indeed in a relationship. like the way nayeon would fix jeongyeon’s bangs and intertwine her hand with jihyo’s while they’re walking, way too close for someone who was only their friend.
nayeon was certainly the biggest threat to their secret coming out, but the other two weren’t completely innocent either. they worked in different buildings, but jeongyeon couldn’t resist the urge to spoil the both of them. during lunch time, sometimes she’d sneak out to give them sweets or merely steal a kiss where nobody could see them.
jihyo, however, was the most secretive out of the three, and that’s why some of their students came to the conclusion that she was but a friend of the real couple, nayeon and jeongyeon.
not all of them thought nayeon and jeongyeon were together — some of them rooted for miss park and miss yoo, others rooted for miss im and miss park. but the most popular couple was, surely, nayeon and jeongyeon.
even then, they had a good time making their students confused about their relationship. they weren’t trying to keep it a secret forever, but there was no need for their private life to be exposed.
that’s why the three of them would immediately change the subject whenever a student tried to get useful information about their relationship, never giving it away, even if they were bribed with candy and compliments.
but it was obvious enough, really. if their students were clever enough, they’d see the truth.
“wait, i think i forgot my phone in the office,” jihyo sighs, searching for the object inside her purse, finding nothing but her wallet and papers. “i’ll be right back.”
“not again.” nayeon groans. “if you take long to get it back we’re going home without you.”
“it’s her day to drive though.” jeongyeon points out, from the backseat.
“it’ll take less than five minutes, i promise!” jihyo presses a kiss on nayeon’s cheek that makes the grumpiness go away, doing the same with jeongyeon, despite struggling to reach her.
she grabs the car keys before leaving, knowing they wouldn’t leave without her, but it was better to be sure that they wouldn’t than fully trust them.
jihyo manages to walk fast enough to the office to get her phone, doing it in under three minutes, for nayeon and jeongyeon’s sake. she places it safely inside her purse, at the bottom where she wouldn’t lose it easily and gets ready to run again.
she only stops when she hears familiar voices at the end of the hallway, noticing that they’re talking about her, nayeon and jeongyeon again.
“they’re all dating.” ryujin concludes, decisive and tired of the discussion that started months ago.
“miss park wouldn’t do something like that.” lia denies, shaking her head.
jihyo raises her brows, mashing her lips to keep a laugh from coming out.
oh, but miss park would and she does.
“then why do they always go home together? miss yoo treats the both of them the same. and the three of them have matching rings. wedding rings!” yuna defends her theory, siding with ryujin.
“well, miss park probably lives near them. that’s why they go home in the same car!” yeji protests, certain that her and lia’s conclusion was the only correct answer to the rumors going around about their professors. “besides, how are you so sure those are matching rings?”
“i’m not sure… but they look the same.” yuna takes a seat on the bench, next to yeji. “you haven’t seen the way miss yoo treats miss park, that’s why you don’t believe me. you would if…”
as yuna tries to argue that her favorite professor wasn’t a third wheel and that she was actually in a relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, jihyo decides it’s her time to take a leave.
she had heard enough and her lovers might be ready to jump at her neck for taking twice the time she said she'd take to be back, depriving them from getting home early.
“good evening, girls.” jihyo laughs softly, passing right by them, hearing stuttered ‘good evening miss park’s as she walks back to the car.
“did i miss anything?” chaeryeong shows up only a few seconds after jihyo leaves, snapping her fingers to get her friends' attention, but none of them can find the words to answer her question, afraid they might have been caught talking about their professors’ love lives.
jihyo has never felt left out when it came to her relationship with nayeon and jeongyeon, but after the rumors that they were dating started, jealousy became less rare of a feeling. it was no good, she knew it, there was nothing for her to be jealous about, not when both nayeon and jeongyeon loved her with their entire hearts.
and yet jihyo feels as insecure as she was back when they met, long years before they reached their current stability — old enough to understand their feelings, with solid jobs, a great house and rings on their fingers that meant that they belonged to each other.
“you’re weird.” jeongyeon reaches jihyo from behind, after they have all showered and eaten dinner.
as a penalty for making them wait, nayeon and jeongyeon decided that it was jihyo’s day to do the dishes again.
“thank you, that’s very sweet of you, jeong.” jihyo replies grumpily, rinsing the last plate that was in the sink.
“no, like, you’re weird weird.” jeongyeon says and jihyo pulls away from her grip, drying her hands on a towel. “what’s up, baby? are you upset we made you drive and do the dishes?”
“no. it’s nothing, jeongie.” jihyo sighs deeply — extra dramatic, because she knew that would make jeongyeon worry and keep asking if she’s alright. jihyo knew all the tactics required to get some pampering. on that particular day, she truly needed it.
“come here, im nayeon!” jeongyeon shouts to nayeon, who was busy feeding their pets.
“is it important?” nayeon asks, loud enough for them to hear it, making sure no one would steal the other’s food.
bbuyo, jihyo’s selfish cat had made progress and he wasn’t trying to eat bomb’s food anymore, but nayeon would still watch them to be sure bomb would get his dinner properly. the dogs were real angels compared to the cats.
“jihyo is sad and it’s your fault!” jeongyeon shouts back and nayeon goes running to the kitchen.
“what? what did i do?!” nayeon asks worriedly, approaching them with a slight pout. “is it because i made you do the dishes?”
“it’s not about the dishes.” jihyo looks at nayeon. “and it isn’t her fault.” she tells jeongyeon and sighs, trying to walk always from them but she was easily cornered by nayeon and jeongyeon. “can we take this somewhere else?”
nayeon and jeongyeon look at each other and agree to let jihyo walk freely. they follow jihyo back to their room, but not without questioning her about what was going on.
“then what is it?” nayeon pushes, walking annoyingly close, almost making jihyo stumble on her feet. “oh, c’mon, you’re making me nervous! i don’t think i did anything bad! it’s probably jeongyeon’s fault anyway.”
“it’s no one’s fault.” jihyo stops on her tracks, pouting. “just need some love, that’s all!”
jihyo finds her spot on the bed, which was in the middle. nayeon and jeongyeon follow her, sitting on her sides. “you will laugh at me!”
“we won’t, baby.” jeongyeon replies, and although her answer isn’t fully sincere, the reassurance convinces jihyo to spit it out.
jihyo blurts it out hurriedly, face flushed as she tells them about what she heard when she went to grab her phone earlier, ashamed to admit she was jealous due to something as frivolous as what her students think about them.
nayeon and jeongyeon aren’t quick enough to understand every word jihyo lets out during the seconds that she vents her feelings, but soon enough they realize the problem in question. jihyo was upset because people thought the both of them were dating, excluding her from their relationship…
“when it’s clear enough i’m dating you too!” jihyo breathes out, burying her face on the pillow to hide away from nayeon and jeongyeon’s amused faces.
“it’s not their fault, hyo. they probably think like that because jeong and i are less... strict about it,” nayeon quickly comforts her, rubbing jihyo’s back with her hand.
“i’m not strict!” jihyo whines, taking her face away from the pillow and sitting on the bed, with her back against the headboard.
“well…” jeongyeon starts, but the words she wanted to say never come out, unable to contradict jihyo when she looked like a sad puppy who needed pets. “how can we make this better?”
jihyo feels like she had just hit the jackpot with the way the both of them look at her. they were clearly willing to do anything she asked, both of them ready to risk it all for jihyo if needed — it wasn’t anything jihyo wasn’t already used to, loving to be spoiled by them.
“cuddles.” jihyo replies, sighing loudly, as if she was hurt. “and kisses. lots of kisses. and bbuyo sleeps with us today.”
nayeon and jeongyeon weren’t happy to have bbuyo sleeping with them that night, mostly because the cat would kick them randomly during the night if they allowed him to sleep in, as if he was telling them not to get too close to his rightful owner.
but they promptly offer jihyo their arms and lips before having to take him in, giving the younger of the three all the warmth jihyo sought for, leaving her breathless with how tight they squeezed her between them.
“w-wait, i changed my mind, bbuyo c-can’t sleep here,” jihyo breaks the kiss with jeongyeon, whimpering as nayeon’s nails scratch her bare tummy.
“i thought so,” nayeon taunts, laughing softly next to her ear. “we need to make it up for you, hyo.”
“mhm, give you a proof that we love you,” jeongyeon adds, kissing down jihyo’s jaw. “would you like that?”
though that wasn’t the kind of pampering jihyo thought she’d receive, she was more than happy with what she got.
#project hail mary
#cats on tumblr
#f1
